A/N: So, this is a one-shot jori I've done, and it's based on the episode Tori And Jade's Playdate. If I get a lot of reviews, I might just be persuaded to continue it. :3

Jade's POV

So. Unfair. I growled to myself, finally unplugging my headphones and rolling off the bed. I landed on the floor ungracefully, then sat myself up, grabbing my scissors off the bedside table. I liked how they glinted in the light, and sat there for a while longer, turning them this way and that to see how the light reflected, mesmerized.

"Jade!"

"What?!" I screamed back. "What can you possibly want now?!"

My mother's voice was cool, collected. She was stood behind the door - I'd locked it, of course. "Thought you had a date, or whatever." I'd forgetten why I'd originally shifted my ass off my bed.

When did I... Oh. I'd been in a foul mood when I'd returned from school, thanks to that coconut-worshiping idiot, and she must've heard my frustrated ranting.

One day, Sikowitz, you'll end up with your head stuck in a coconut. That, at least, made me smile. "I'm moving," I grumbled. I waited until the noise of her footsteps had faded before heaving myself upright again, tucking my scissors safely into the elastic waistband of my panties.

I smiled. Be careful how close you get, Vega.

I arrived early at Nozu. No one I recognized was in the bar.

I am not gonna be here first. No way would Tori Vega, or Sikowitz, get the impression I was eager to be here. What did he call it? A playdate? Bleh.

I decided to walk back outside, and linger around the corner of the huge red building, waiting for them both to appear.

Vega did, five minutes later, then Sikowitz. Neither of them saw me, and after waiting another good two minutes I followed them in. Vega was sat, drenched, gripping a half-empty glass of green tea; Sikowitz, doubled-over in his hysteric laughs, was evidently the cause. My hatred for the man lessened a little.

I didn't hide the smirk that appeared on my lips. Looks like Vega got wet. I wandered into the room, feigning a look of confusion as I "searched" for the two, but the old man soon stuck his hand in the air and waved frantically.

"Jade!" No wonder you've never had a relationship; they must've all ended at this point. I scowled. The man was now drinking a vial of soy sauce.

Going to be a long night... I reluctantly opted for the seat next to Vega, and sat down. "I'm here. Why?"

"Because you two need to learn how to play a husband and wife... Believably."

Tori groaned. "What does that have to do with sushi?"

Sikowitz rambled on about throwing himself down the stairs to prepare for a play once, and I stared at him dubiously. It was no surprise to hear how that may have knocked all sense of normality out of the man.

"And so, to prepare for your roles, you two must date." With his final announcement, he disappeared.

I stared at Vega with every ounce of venom I was feeling, concentrated, into one death glare. Should have brought Beck, despite what the old man said. And yet somehow, I was glad I hadn't brought the boy.

Shut up.

Why Vega?

Why did it have to be that bitch... Looking at me like that. Like, Oh, hey Jade, you're actually capable of being nice to me! How could I even let her think that? Fuck, there's something wrong with me. I ran my fingers down my hip to where my scissors where, running my index finger over the sharp tip. The pain was nothing, the blood momentary only.

I swang my arms up, welcoming the cold rush of air enveloping my body. I'd left Nozu a few minutes earlier. It was dark... the corner of my lips twitched in a smile. My favourite time of the day.

Coming to a corner, I swallowed the hiss as I saw the very girl I'd just tried to escape. She brushed a lock of hair away from her eyes almost nervously, waiting at the corner of the road to cross. Not even breathing, I stopped dead, hoping she wouldn't spot me.

Hopeless.

"Jade?"

"Piss off, Vega." She looked startled at my words; I'd been singing with her not that long ago. Smiled at her even.

"But... I..." She glanced at the floor, then scowled. I resisted the urge to laugh at the alien expression on her face, that couldn't be comfortable for her. "Fine, Jade. I was wondering if you'd like to walk home with me. It's dark."

"You think I can't walk home by myself? Like little Tori Vega can't?" My voice was loud even to my own ears.

There was hurt in her eyes. Why do you think there's the smallest chance I even like you?

"Will you walk home with me?"

"So persistent."

"Please?" Jeez. I breathed out slowly.

"Fine, fine." I crossed the distance in a few steps. Walked her across the road. Round the corner. We walked in silence, which was comfortable for me.

"...This isn't the way to your place." I glanced at her, frowning.

She stopped, and looked around, exhaling softly. "I know." She was looking at me strangely. What?...

Vega took a step closer, and out of reflex I moved another step away.

"Why do you always do this? What's wrong with me, Jade?"

"I hate you." I turned to leave.

Something hard barreled into me; I tried to swing round, my fists clenching automatically. Then I realized. "Vega?"

"No you don't." She wasn't sobbing, as I might've assumed. In fact, there was steel in her voice I hadn't expected.

I raised an eyebrow. "And you're a mind reader now, hmm?"

My back hit a wall as she shoved me into it. My scissors pressed sharply against my hip, and I sucked in a quick breath.

What surprised me even more was the sensation of her lips against mine.

Fuck you, Tori Vega, fuck you and your perfect life.

But the words never left my lips.

"I love you, Jade, and I want you. I don't want to wait anymore." I didn't reply; why should I? I'll give you what you want, Vega. But you aren't getting my heart. Ever.

I kissed her back harder, crushing her lips beneath mine, and she whimpered quietly. At that, I switched us so she was pressed between the wall and me. I felt the familiar heat spread between my legs, and hated that my body wanted this. All the same, I said I'd give her what she wanted, but it'd be filling my own selfish needs.

My knee parted her thighs and she gasped, "Jade..."

I responded by latching my lips to her neck and sucking and biting, relishing in her soft moans, despite what my head was saying. Beck? What about him? He gets this in return for his constant love for a vindictive bitch?

I don't need Beck. It's his life that he wastes on me.

I tugged Vega's shirt off, licking my lips at the sight of her chest, those thoughts now lost in the haze of arousal. As I removed her bra as well and moved my mouth to her left nipple, my fingers wandered to the hem of her jeans.

"Please?" She whined softly. I bit down on her nipple and slipped my hands down after unbuttoning her jeans, cupping her hot, wet center with my hand, forcing another louder moan out of her. I didn't care anymore how much I was getting off on this.

"Open your thighs wider, Vega." She did as I ordered, and I pushed two fingers inside roughly as far as they'd go. She cried out softly, and I repeated my movements, harder. "Again."

As I fucked her I nipped and licked her nipples in turn; listening intently to her soft cries and moans, losing myself in that noise. I felt the wetness from my own panties drip down my leg. It's just lust. That's all it is.

Unsatisfied, now I pulled out my scissors, and quickly removing her jeans I dropped to my knees, running the blade gently enough down the skin of her stomach - no blood, just scratches. She could live with that. Glancing up at her face, I saw her eyes closed tightly, but there were tears forming.

I don't care.

I dropped my scissors and pulled down her soaked panties, immediately pressing my tongue to her clit. She moaned my name, and I began licking, still fucking her hard with two fingers. My lips were coated with her wetness, her taste strong in my mouth. Filling my senses, consuming me, the very thing I'd always feared. Why her? Every inch of my attention was focused on her.

I felt like I was drowning.

"Ah... Jade... I'm going to!" She arched her back as she came, calling my name, her muscles tightening around my fingers. I licked away the wetness, then stood up and looked her in the eyes. She met my gaze, but her eyes were distant; her sides heaved with each heavy breath. She reached out and touched my cheek. "Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me." I fought to keep the hard edge from my tone. I sighed, and pulled her into my arms, holding her.

But I felt nothing.